"Retreat, or..."
He was still somewhat hesitant.
The only other epic-level lifesaving artifact he had left was swiftly activated under the command of his divine thought.
But it was still too slow.
Death was swallowing everything.
"I... I retreat..."
When the Lord of the Mad Hunt suddenly came to his senses, he was horrified to discover that it was all too late.
His divine thought was fading, and he couldn't even muster the thought to escape.
He...
He was dead.
"Thud—"
The fleeing body of the Lord of the Mad Hunt was already withered, turning into wisps of ash scattering in the wind as it fell to the ground.
The Peak Strongman pursuing him, Blood Shadow, suddenly paused in his advance.
His expression became unusually grave.
The Eternal World expert he had just witnessed was at best mediocre within the Law Realm, and he wasn't without the power to obliterate such a being in one strike.
But certainly not with such ease.
This Black-armored Expert...